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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
On her knees, head in her hands
Crying, she's seen the promised lands

As she sits shackled in razor blade chains
The only thing free is the thoughts in her brain

She is only there to bear witness to the fortunate souls
That deserving or not, get to cross to the land of gold

Her fate was sealed before her birth
She's made to pay for the sins of others, it is her curse

She watch's soul after soul enter the land
She was forsaken in it to stand

So as the razors slice and bite
She set's her mind free, what a beautiful sight

From deep insides there shines this light
It becomes a beacon, it's so bright

With every slice of the razor
Thought to withstrain her
More light pours through
But the razor chains cuts ensue

Till all the light in her pours out
Through her lips a slight whimper escapes, ment to be a shout

Darkness reclaims where it always belonged
Another souls claimed, the ding after the ****

She was only born to watch the happiness of others
She was only born for agony to smother

She was only born to bear witness
To the beauty in darkness, mother nature's mistress

— The End —